You always hope to get through an overseas trip without having to access the services of a medical professional. But things don’t always go as one would hope.

A couple of weeks ago, in the middle of a delicious lunch, Greg’s front tooth — an existing crown — popped out. We were in the mountains at the time, quite a long way from home, and two days away from almost every business in the country closing down for the annual, two-week summer holiday.

So, working against the clock, and with only very patchy phone reception, the race to find a dentist was on.